Behind the Venue, My Husband Handed Me a Scrapbook Pulled From the Dumpster

very long time. She stared at the blank paper. I don’t remember how, she said.

You just draw, Emma said. It doesn’t have to be perfect.

Barbara’s first marks were tentative and a little crooked and not particularly representational. Emma told her that the crooked line could be a border, and then it would be fancy, and Barbara laughed in a way that was continue reading …